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I love New Year’s.  It may very well be my favorite holiday.  Everything all around outside is dead and cold and quiet, yet in sneaks this day with so much potential for change, redemption and new direction.  Sure, most of us will eat the very thing we swore off before nightfall, but no amount of resolution failure can overcome the potential for a new beginning. He is a God of new beginnings.  One who never leaves us as we are.  Who never gives up on us. Ok, I know I am sounding like the very cheeseballs I love to hate,…

photo credit: Alëx {k-kinda busy? like Fede.} There are a couple of upcoming events that I wanted to let you know about.  There here so give ’em a look-see.  I’ll be blogging soon about the Idea Camp coming to Arkansas. Ginny & I had such fun in New York.  Great food, conversation and city strolling.  I lost my Iphone on the trip, but we’re not gonna talk about it.  Thanks for all of the recommendations, we tried as many out as we were able & particularly enjoyed an evening at Eataly.  I never tire of seeing her smile and she did…

Thanks for the feedback through the poll deciding on what topic to blog on.  There’s a new poll out soon, so click a button on the right- even if your apathetic.  Christmassy blog won out, so here goes nothing.  This post is in conjunction with Christmas Change, so, in the words of Paul Harvey, go over there “for the rest of the story”. As we enter in to what will really be- for all intents & purposes- our first Christmas with children, there is quite a bit to think about.  Of course, this is not actually our first Christmas with…

photo credit: foa_42 photo credit: thejaymo Ginny & I are busy dusting off the luggage & packing our clothes for our first vacation since Genesis…or at least since the birth of our second child.  We head out early tomorrow morning for New York City.  There is no agenda, that is the beauty.  Four days together sans ankle-biters is no small feat and only an option thanks to our two wonderful sets of parents who are tag teaming the rascals while we galavant through city streets.  Truth be told, before we touch down on the first leg of the flight, we’ll…

photo credit: lisa cee Most of my immediate family packed in a car and headed to Little Rock last Tuesday for my grandfather’s grave side service.  It was small and cold- he had outlived all his contemporaries.  It was the certain kind of cold where the winds whip up tears, making it hard to know who was crying for our loss and who was weeping for the  indoors.  And believe it or not, it was a good time.  I think this is due in sole part to the fact that we did something all too rare at these awkward farewells-…